Eyes the blue of every dancing sky,
Boundless hues illuminated by
Newborn light.
Smiles that light the horizons lines
Across many oceans that one cannot see except in imaginations.
Beauty that runs across on painted mountaintops,
Each line, each shape made perfect by god.
But most importantly a personality
That shines like little fireflies deep in the night.
Every thing is crafted perfect of you.
Your an angel put on your own island,
Your own Earth, all gave to you.
And I have fallen from heaven down to
Your Earth like so many already have.
I have fallen for you and I fall deeper day-to-day
From each angelic tone spoken that emits from lips of yours.
But my wings are broken from the fall.
A fallen angel, what could be feared more?
I have light brown eyes, the color of clay and dirt.
Your eyes much prettier than mine by every ingredient.
I have unmatched features, and uneven ridges.
I compare to Claude Monet’s haystacks more then
Painted mountaintops.
My personality is flimsy, built of cardboard.
It’s dull and lifeless, especially after tiring days in full.
It’s grown mean and tired after my wings burned
From the heat of my first sun.
I’m not crafted well, or so I blame.
I’m afraid God has hated me from the beginning
Because if so why did I turn out like the present.
Jesus died for our sins but left me behind on accident
Not at all his fault.
You don’t want a shapely person like me,
Nor someone of my gender.
But I hope, for as long as I can wish,
That I can at least look at you and forget
About the pain that I have been delivered.
That’s right, I love you and I can not take it back.
For you are my day and I have already fallen.
Please forgive me, since you are a friend.
I can’t imagine not looking at you
The way I that I so happen too.
I like you and you should know
For it only will pain me more.
Find a way to let me down slowly
Will you?
Unless you happen to find
Some room in your Earth
For an Ill favored person as such.
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